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[Intro: Elliott]
We are the VA
Love to the Neptunes and the
To ya bootleggers we off both of ya legs
The underrated Maganoo, with the unexpected
The run away I, Mistameanor
Escaping from all ya fraudulent
Last but not least, the champion, Mr. Mosley

[Verse 1:
It's been a long time, I shouldn't left you
Without some nieces and nephews
To all the beats, and the rhymes I been through
Time's up, I left you
Thinking of this, I keep them hits
Like that Aaliyah, Timberlake, or Elliott shit (Shit)
As you sit by the radio, hands on the dial
As you it, pump up the volume
Jump when you hear them speakers it off (Off)
Mr. VA to set it off
I don't know what you heard, and I don't know what ya know
Well my don' told me, (YOU GOT IT! Oh)
So, "Up Jumps the Boogie", let the record (Uh huh)
And put me on like you red
it's the big bad Timmy, Maganoo, and Missy
Like THE HARD WAY!, comin' straight out of Virginia

[Chorus: Missy
DJ's in the mix you better go to the record store and
COP SHIT! (Oh Lord)
And to the bootleggers em bootlegs
We off both of ya legs, COP THAT SHIT! (Oh Lord)
Stop burnin' for ya friend and I'ma say it again, nucca
COP SHIT! (Oh Lord)
'Cause the hot shit, out on the streets
So when you this CD go and COP THAT SHIT! (Oh Lord)

[Verse 2: Elliott]
When you say you love me, it doesn't
It into my head as just chit-chatter
You may think I'm egotistical or just very
Won'tcha say I go it to, TIMOTHY!
People say I'm whack, but they tell me so
Let pretend to be me, then they know
I hate when one, pretend to
Fact I despise, who even try
Sweat between my {*sniff*} never stinking
Yo dream is over, career
I told all of you, like I all of them
say to me be, DICK TO YA CHIN!
In one ear and right out the
"Ayyio you ugly!" yeah ya mother
I don't pay attention, I concentrate
You ain't got the bait, it takes to hook this, huh

[Verse 3:
I'm your idol, the title, numero uno
I'm not a Puerto Rican but I do look up to
And understand I got the of speech
And it's a blessing, being from VA streets
I talk condensed in the form of a poem
If I wasn't writing I'd be breaking in homes
I'm kinda young, so my gun's my
I'm not nucca do what you gon do to me
I get paid when your record is
To put it short, heh I got it
I'm talented, yes I'm
My boy that'll get ya lifted
You got man stop frontin
Living off damn every record that you
My name Magoo and I wit two stars
Every CD we split 48
My name Magoo and I'm a star
Every month I get a brand new car!